User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20120403213452

Atleg stands over the shrew triumphantly. "Yer gonna pay, shrew... Rakka's gonna `ave yew flayed alive!"

"Aye!" says Graffa drawing back her bowstring. "Wait, Atleg...Why not slay `im right `ere an' now? Rakka only said `e wanted `im...alive or dead."

"Yer right, that's a good idea, cully..." Atleg draws his sword and raises it above his head. "I'll play wid `im awhile wid me sword, then yewse kin use `im fer target practice. Agreed?"

Graffa winks evilly. "Agreed, mate...just don' chop `im up to much, I want summat ter shoot at!"